Well, I've rejoined the HP fandom...
I've just been reading The Deathly Hallows again, watched the trailers (I cannot wait for November! And yet it's terrible because after it we'll have to wait 8 months!) and read some fanfiction, and I had an idea. I don't know if it's been done before though.
I don't think the Horcrux would've given up so easily in the Chamber of Secrets, so this is my version of what happened. Only a short moment and I wrote it rather quickly so I don't know how good it is, but just enjoy!
"I know your fears, girl, and they can all come true… they can all come true sooner than you'd think."
Hermione gripped the basilisk fang tighter, yet could not move. Hypnotized by the voice, by the soft murmurs, she could not move.
"What you dread is possible," the voice said next. Out of the corner of her eye, Hermione saw Ron look at her anxiously, but he could not help her; nobody could. It was as if she was in a bubble, alone with the ancient cup. She could see her surroundings vaguely, but she was not connected to them; she was truly isolated.
"Ron Weasley will turn you down." Even in her hallucinatory state, the voice scared her. "Nobody wants you, an ugly little Mudblood, nobody cares for just another girl whose only talent is to stuff useless information in her bushy head… Nobody cares for you, Granger. Even your own parents have left you, have never once remembered that they even have a daughter. "
Hermione felt tears on her cheeks and knew, knew she had to stab the cup, that it was the only way to shut it up, to destroy its power, but it held her transfixed. She could not tear her eyes away from the figures appearing out of the cup now; twisted versions of Ron and Harry. Harry, with a growing stain of blood on his shirt.
"You could not even protect me," Harry hissed. "See what happened because of you… because of your inabilities…"
"We have wished we had never saved you from that troll," Ron told her, venom in his voice, but his eyes were dead. "We should've let you die, then we'd never have had to deal with you… Talk to you…"
"Do your homework!" Harry shouted in a high-pitched voice in a horrible imitation of her. "Be nice! Work on school!"
The tears were coming unstoppably now as Hermione stared at her two best friends, dismissing her as nothing more than a lowly insect, something to crush under your foot.
"Your knowledge was useful," Harry now said, "but you… there's nothing good about you, we're better off without you!"
"'Ermione!" she heard, as though from far away. "Hermione, don't listen to it! Kill it!" Ron's face, his real face, swam into her vision and a far corner of her mind realized he must've broken the bubble.
"He won't save you," sneered Harry. "If anything, he only wants one thing from you…"
"Hermione!"
His face was desperate. He stood in front of her now, staring intently into her eyes; she saw two blue, very alive eyes.
"Don't listen to it, Hermione!" he half-shouted, half-begged. "It lies! Destroy it!"
In his eyes, she saw a moment of truth, a flash of something that meant more to her than any of the words he –the other Ron in the room- and Harry had said.
She raised the fang.
I know the scene that would come next -where the cup is broken and Ron and Hermione are alone- would be amazing to read about (at least, the Ron-Harry moment after Ron destroyed the locket is among my favourite moments in the book), but inspiration is gone now. Maybe a chapter 2...
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